It’s time for this week’s third and final Song Title Challenge.

After my call last week for some Christmassy songs I got three suggestions. I decided that today, just because it’s almost Christmas, I’m going to treat you with all three. That’s right, three stories based on Christmas-related songs in one day. You’re welcome.

Write a short piece of fiction, around 300 words, using the song title as your story title but don’t listen to the song. You can pick your own genre or use the one suggested to me. Remember to link back to this post so I can find yours.

If you would like to suggest a song title for a future post, you can do so from the challenge page. You can also leave a suggestion on the Facebook page.

Today’s final song is What Can You Get A Wookie For Christmas (When He Already Owns A Comb) from the album Christmas in the Stars produced by Meco Monardo and RSO records. It was suggested by the wife who didn’t give a genre, but there really was only one choice. Hat tip to mr George Lucas for inventing these wonderful characters.

The song’s at the end. You’ve got to listen to this one! 😀

What Can You Get A Wookie For Christmas (When He Already Owns A Comb)

“A credit for your thoughts, handsome.”

“Hi, Leia. It’s Chewie.”

“What’s wrong? Is he sick?”

“No, nothing’s wrong. It’s just…What can you get a wookie for Christmas?”

“How about a comb?”

“If you can find a comb that will survive more than ten seconds of that shag carpet he calls a pelt, sure. On the other hand, he might take the gift as a personal insult. Do you know what wookies do when you insult them?”

“Demand an apology?”

“Sure, by ripping off an arm and beating you with the wet end until you apologise.”

“So, not a comb.”

“I think not.”

“A new blaster, perhaps?”

“I’ve thought of that, but he already has the entire deluxe collection from Smuggler’s Monthly, not to mention all the imperial weapons he loote…erm…collected during the war.”

“You could get him one of those speeders the storm troopers had on Endor?”

“Actually, I was thinking of giving him the Falcon.”

“Han, are you feeling ill? I thought this old girl was the love of your life.”

“She used to be, until I met you.”

“Pull the other one, you old charmer.”

“I’m serious. I think it’s time to retire. I’ve more than enough credits set away, and the war’s over now. I was thinking a nice tropical planet, somewhere with a beach. You can break out that gold bikini again…”

“I suppose you’ll want me to wear the handcuffs as well, won’t you?”

“That could be interesting, I won’t lie to you. But what do you think?”

“You’re really serious about settling down? I think that’d be wonderful.”

“Merry Christmas, Princess.”